Lyrics

Let me start of with my name it's NICHOLE-LEE And the world is my runway A good guy but I always slay like child's play Resting bitch face, they can tell that I'm unafraid Ya better pray that you never stray in this rap game I'm bout to son niggas fuck throwin the 50 shades No gray, but I'm self made, never had aid, in my old days Had to upgrade, relocate, and start my own crusade I'm on it, one I stunt so ruthless, putting lipstick on to my own damn music For a magazine spread, young king so exclusive All W's never losin With too many squares in your circle that's why you in bad shape Repping homies over hoes but your whole team fake You thinking it's all love, when it's low key hate I'm street, so if you cross me look both ways Awake, pray, slay, head to toe in all black I'm a show with no intermissions Mary Mack No yolo I'm a lady with a kitty cat 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you Don't need to be in the mix, that's how you lose flavor White rappers blowing up mimicking our behavior All they fake smoke and mirrors really be vapor NICHOLE-LEE bout to be the new rap savior Save her, save him, at it again Like a Boleyn or a king pin next of kin Meaning a prelim to a great ting, Luther King Flexin melanin, Bermudian's never quit I'm a boss bitch. I do boss shit Fuck the team you with. I got a fresher clique Be smoking cannabis, bag it roll it choke it Take a up north trip, gettin hella lifted No time for weak shit. Don't fuck with ratchets Alaskan grown thick, body magnificent A top tier miss, who spit yabe shit Don't know what yabe is Ya fuckin hearing it Awake, pray, slay, head to toe in all black I'm a show with no intermissions Mary Mack No yolo I'm a lady with a kitty cat 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you Grew up with a machete under grandpa's pillow Keep the crib nigga proof (RIP) He taught me, talk is cheap cuz broke niggas can afford it Old heads always speak the truth (Facts) I learnt the hard way that some of my day ones Been jealous since day two (Truth) And all the real niggas can relate to the shit that I say I be saucin in the recording booth You know it's true that I'm too focused to be worried bout you See how I do with my crew finessing ain't nothing new Spitting that true shit steadily been focused and killin it I've been hurting some feelings cuz y'all be so unappealing And I heard bout who you been dealing with But I'm the superior I know you think it too, it's why y'all not serious And word to my ex I'm the prettiest that he ever gone get That's on period Awake, pray, slay, head to toe in all black I'm a show with no intermissions Mary Mack No yolo I'm a lady with a kitty cat 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, 9 lives Awake, pray, slay, head to toe in all black I'm a show with no intermissions Mary Mack No yolo I'm a lady with a kitty cat 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you top that Can you top that Can you top that 9 lives, now tell me can you top that
Writer(s): Shelby Baldwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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